Eight-year-old dis-connection....

Ben was talking to Mr B on the phone upstairs in his bed, while I was downstairs getting his cold medicine.

As I come up the stairs, I can hear Ben saying into the phone "Daddy....Daddy.....Daddy ??"
(Mr B was calling from a cell phone from somewhere in "much-too-humid-Florida")

When I reach the top of the stairs, I see Ben sitting sad-faced with the phone in his hand.
Mama says, "What's wrong, Ben ?"



Ben says, "Daddy's gone, I think he broke up with me ?!?"